Yamba, without a moment's hesitation, aimed a tremendous blow at it and smashed its head.
The drought was productive of all kinds of curious and remarkable incidents.

The emus came in great flocks to the drinking-trough, and some of them were so far gone that they fell dead only a few yards from the fount of life.

I picked up a great number of these huge birds, and made their skins into useful bed coverings, rugs, and even articles of clothing.

When this terrible visitation was at its height Yamba made a curious suggestion to me.

Addressing me gravely one night she said, "You have often told me of the Great Spirit whom your people worship; He can do all things and grant all prayers.